Little Princess Boy

Adoption

Remmy (Baby)

I wake up to people talking around me, but I roll over onto my belly and ignore them. My sleepy brain doesn't quite process the chuckle it hears.

Suddenly, someone's hands slip under my tummy and go to lift me up. I groan and swat at the hands. 

Someone tuts at me, but I still don't open my eyes. I'm so tired and I just want to be put down. I'm lifted up out of my crib and out of the warmth.

I cry out in annoyance and rub my eyes. Whoever is holding me has positioned me so that I'm lying on my back in their arms.

Someone else reaches over and rubs my exposed belly, cooing softly.

Riley (Daddy)

He is just the sweetest little thing.

Thomas, the worker that's holding him, cradles him and rocks him gently back and forth, causing another cute groan to escape the little boy.

"What a fussy baby," I murmur, reaching over to stroke his soft hair.

"Yeah, he isn't exactly a morning baby, but he's usually pretty good, overall," Thomas tells me as he grins at the little boy.

"What is his name?" I ask.

"Remmington, but we all call him Remmy. He's been here far too long, but all of us workers just wanted to make sure that he went to a loving home. His last daddy was not a good person." Thomas finishes bitterly as he bounces Remmy to calm his fussing.

I frown at this and make a mental note to ask the center's owner later.

"Do you want to hold him?" He asks and I look at him in surprise. This boy seemed to mean a lot to him and I felt very trusted.

"Of course!" I exclaim and Thomas smiles widely.

He shifts Remmy carefully into my arms, Remmy, of course, letting out small cries of protest. He still hasn't opened his eyes, but I don't mind. He's just a sweet little baby after all.

"Does he breastfeed?" I ask Thomas, my eyes not straying from the little one.

"No, but only because it is against our policy for a worker to feed him. He did list it under the things he would be willing to try when he first moved in though."

I only nodded and cuddled Remmy closer. He had fallen back asleep in my arms, his little fist closed around my sleeve. He was naked except for his diaper and radiated warmth from being asleep in the fleece-lined crib.

I was falling in love.